Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Spain and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Human League to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Gun Club,
MDC,
Aural Exciters,
The Fuzztones,
The Golliwogs,
Half Japanese,
Joy Division,
Eve St. Jones,
Hardrive,
Junior Murvin,
These Immortal Souls,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Searchers,
Faust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Teasers,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop,
The Saints,
Barbara Tucker,
Stetsasonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Average White Band,
Ice-T,
Anthony Braxton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yellowson,
Lakeside,
Zapp,
Man Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Whodini,
Vainqueur,
China Crisis,
Black Sheep,
Deakin,
Rites of Spring,
Davy DMX,
Wire,
Steve Hackett,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
The Moleskins,
Lower 48,
Deepchord,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.